For the love of what makes my heart beat each morning, for the love of the opiate that steals me away from the harshness and sometimes deafening illogic of real life, for the love of spicing up our lives, for the love of lighting up someone's face with words on a page, for the love… Continue reading Welcome!

When I looked up the dictionary definition of writing, I had half-expected to find a definition that will blow my mind while brow-beating me into thinking of writing as more than just an act of putting ink on paper, but really “Writing is just the activity of creating pieces of written work”. Anyway, after I… Continue reading ENTHUSING OVER SUBTLE ARTS: ON WRITING

It is our final year in school and after about eight years of living a life wherein I am consciously aware of how decisions effect changes in human existence, finding myself and my purpose have built great castles (and other less grand buildings) of worries in my mind. Struggling to decipher the various desires, wants… Continue reading ENTHUSING OVER SUBTLE ARTS: AN INTRODUCTION

I have observed, in the relatively few number of days that my consciousness has stayed with me, that almost every man is what he is or does what he does because of what he desires to gain from it. It is rare, almost infinitely, to find a man who tells you he is what he… Continue reading MUSINGS FROM MOUNT OLYMPUS

The average action-adventure movie or novel usually gives you characters playing roles that insofar as they stay true to originality do not blur the lines between the good guys and the bad guys. You have no choice but to admire the immaculately tanned skin of the former FBI agent-turned fugitive who has been framed for… Continue reading BOOK REVIEW: THE MAN FROM ST. PETERSBURG, BY KEN FOLLETT

A Dame To Deal For ********** There was a mild storm raging outside on that joyless day in April, the panes of my window shattered among themselves like cold-wrapped teeth, the howling noise that came forth shook the locals out of their consciousness and everyone retreated to the comfort of their homes, even the irritating… Continue reading THE MEMOIRS OF A CYNICAL YARNER

Ordinarily, I’d have started this article with a question,something rowing along the tide of the subject matter, but I feel as though that would defeat the whole purpose, hence, this rant. Have you ever received weird, demeaning and downright debasing looks/comments for acting, looking or just existing outside the box that the world chooses to… Continue reading Are You One of the Divergents?

ON THE HEART OF WAR I knew something was going to go wrong. I felt it like I felt the sting of that yellow pendulum that hung itself across the sky that morning like a celestial stain which brought color and life to douse the plainness and gloom of the clouds. No matter how water-tight… Continue reading The Memoirs Of A Cynical Yarner

THE CASE OF THE MISSING WALLET SATURDAY, 1:30pm; My room After the third round of knocking began I went to answer the door, my mind suspended in between making a decision to put on a shirt or not. My skin was hot from the exercise, small beads of sweat rolled into themselves drawing lines across… Continue reading THE MEMOIRS OF A CYNICAL YARNER

Dear Globacom, I am cantankerous. This is the third week since you left completely for the first time in four years. What gnaws at my gut most nights was my own oblivion. One moment, I was lost in your warm, fun embrace and the next you've slipped out on me like watery catarrh would come… Continue reading A Love Letter To My Network Carrier